This is unequivocally and emphatically the worst book I have ever read, and possibly the worst book ever written. The only reason I finished it was to be able to write this review, to hopefully save you the time and brain cells that I scarified to this frankly embarrassing ode to the dangers of self-publishing and a social circle that refuses to give one the honest feedback that, perhaps, one should stick to their day job.
The writing is bloated and juvenile. It’s reminiscent of the entries I thought were profound in my 8th grade journal, but worse. The premise is both boring and offensive, done a million times better elsewhere (your 8th grade journal, perhaps?). It makes attempts at shock value but only succeeds in stirring feelings of mild embarrassment for the author whose terrible judgement not only thought this utter garbage was worth writing down, but worth releasing publicly for others to encounter.
I also want to emphasize that one of the last books I read was Ice Planet Barbarians. A book about getting kidnapped by aliens and then fucking giant blue horned creatures on what basically amounts to Hoth. So lest you think “I love a garbage book, this snob just doesn’t appreciate lowbrow literature” trust me when I say I do. This pile of ludicrous dog shit is not what you’re looking for.
If you are still considering reading this book, I highly recommend you take a moment to consider how fleeting the moments you have on this planet are and consider spending them literally any other way than investing a moment of your brief, precious life in this complete betrayal of the achievements of human ingenuity and imagination. ZERO STARS!!!!!